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My New York Weekend

I left the apartment in the pouring rain at 5:30 a.m. and spent the next six hours on and off of planes, trying to get from Wilmore, Kentucky to New York City. I was supposed to be at NYU's School of Journalism at 11 a.m. for an event, but I didn't even land until 11:30 a.m., at which point I jumped right in a cab and sped to 20 Cooper Square. Where I promptly fell in love with the program.

But today isn't meant to talk about the grad schools I visited and my decisions about that. No, that will come next week (because those decisions still have not fully been made). Today is to talk about my experience in New York April 10-13.

Becca and I hanging in Central Park

It's the city I've dreamed of living in for the past few years, the city that felt like home when I first stepped onto its soil two years ago for the CMA conference. It's also the city that one of my good friends lives in with her husband. So Friday night, once I finished up at the visit event for Columbia, Becca and I made our way to her adorable apartment, where we ate pizza and watched Project Runway. Afterwards, we (and by we I mean Becca and Luke, because I was hiding in the bathroom to avoid manual labor) pulled out the futon and I collapsed and slept the night away.

Saturday, after my Columbia events, I went exploring with Becca. We visited Washington Square Park, where we saw a performing troupe do a wild jump over the heads of a bunch of spectators. The park itself was packed; it was a beautiful Saturday, and people flooded out to fill its corners. And that's one of the things that excites me so much about New York: there's always something going on, always a story to tell or, even better, to live.

We also visited Little Italy!

Little Italy, where I ate some stellar cannoli and love everything.

And on Sunday, after a great brunch at CUNY, Becca and I visited Central Park, where even more was happening than in Washington Square Park.

You guys, New York is the city that I love. It's the city my heart belongs to--well, the American city my heart belongs to. And I'm so exctied, and so hoping to be there this fall.

*drumroll please* And the future holds...

Getting rejected by "the one"...